Super 8 and the may13manifesto have been reincarnated, yet again.
She began many years ago… maybe, um, 3 years ago. She had returned to the US after living away for many a year and she was smacked in the face with a deeply uncritical analysis of this country by the public media and business men she sat next to on flights, transnational or international. She was rubbed the wrong way by how easily “suicide bomber” and “terrorist” and, as of today, “insurgent” had entered the modern day vernacular. She wasn’t naive, but the daily assault was tiring. And, as usual, it made her angry. So she wrote. Her first writing was about Jean Charles de Menezes (mis)racially profiled.
That was it, though. She didn’t write more for whatever reason. She lost that blog.
Then, a few months later, her friend, Facundo was diagnosed with an aggresive cancer. Faster than she could breathe, the cancer spread and Facundo was far away from her. She knew he couldn’t communicate with his friends that lived all over the world, from Paris to Barcelona to Rome to Addis to New York to DC to Buenos Aires. So, she helped him create a blog. And, when he died, it became his memorial.
She has a tough time revisiting that site, but when she wants to see Fac in beautiful images she visits the video Rafa made about him.
Moved by the enormity of work that human right activists were doing in Sri Lanka at a critical time (when the ceasefire ended) she created yet another blog thinking that people should know and that maybe someone somewhere would get how important it was at that moment to prevent shit from cycling again into war. But who were these people and why should they know?
Suffice to say, there’s war again and the site sits a little forelorn.
And, then there was myspace. Super 8 birthed the may13manifesto with the intention of sharing her fiction, but realized she still had a lot to rant about.
And now she moved here. Welcome.
